A Secret Baby for the Bratva
Once I carried his secret baby. Now I’m forced to marry him.
He once left me like I was nothing, not knowing I was pregnant.
Now my family forces me to be his Bratva bride while spying on him and betraying him.
I’m like a toy in his hands, a pawn in a Russian roulette. How much longer until he breaks me?
I don’t have any illusions about my Bratva marriage.
It’s a way to settle my family’s debt. I’m just an asset to be sold off.
It means that I’m at the mercy of the coldest Russian in the city.
And I know from experience what cold Russians can do to ruin you.
But what I didn’t know was that my body still reacts to him, whether I want it to or not.
It wants him to own me, to belong only to him.
It wants to surrender to whatever games he wants to play with me.
But when the mafia war escalates, and he finds out that my daughter is his, will he protect me?
Or will he betray me again?
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